| The symbolism couldn't be more obvious, nor more mundane. I don't know when the 'world' is going to end. Nor do our calendars. |
| The symbolism couldn't be more obvious, nor more mundane. I don't know when the 'world' is going to end. Nor do our calendars. |


Nothing Scary AboutSuch a strange sensation --a warmth in my lungs phlegm tastes ashy, says "Hello," to my tongue & I've got this strange feeling I should lock up the doors I should board up the windows lay asleep on the floorNothing Scary About
'cause I saw a cloud falling I know contrails, they don't. I saw an angel hug the agent cloud but the angel was smoke & the Sylphs are a joke --fishbowl interface co


Action vs. Message -- grocer.if actions transcend the volume of words, dearie you should have been SCREAMING!Action vs. Message -- grocer.
stomp upon rooftop @ lung tops, belt bombsongs to make skyscrapers wobble deli collapse @ knees & flood neon city w/ thinly sliced meats, bread & cheese
Lunch in the streets!
& Sunday morning
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A Lover, I BuiltGive me an ulcer, I'll pay you in pennies & w/ my old dreaming, my pockets will fray. I tore a page that was folded in yearning, smoked lungs to ashes -- inhale -- blow away Perhaps you will remember -- things I don't are many. We stood above the city when rodents were burning, pissed into the breeze to keep flames at bay & forgot about the lesson our young hearts were learning.A Lover, I Built
W/ boredom hands, I made one rib two & snuffed my cigarette for the grand design.  


Icon of the WatersThey used to be translucent and beautiful... (The waters... the waters...) But now they've grown murky As they bury their secrets beneath their depths. A body of honestyIcon of the Waters
Once untainted, pure... Now bathes in hatred As the waves crash to shore.
Icon of the waters... A memory... the waters... Icon of the waters... Will they ever be pure again...?
What once was so peaceful and inviting (The waters... the waters...) Is now cold and lonely,
A harbor for scum. Was this your decision to stagnate alone? Was this your decision to perve


No. 22Skyward, an orchestra plays Just beyond our senses reach A record of the days gone by And hinting at events untold.No. 22
A fermata is held In the hours of darkness While taps are gently played As a blessing for the blind. A song then brings the morning light, A crescendo for the waking day A permanent melody, An audience of the infinite. From minute to millennium The cycle sings endlessly The movements between them, Then decided by fate.
Skyward, an orchestra plays, While sunbeams play the strings In unison with the swaying tre
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Besides, something a machine in Taiwan spat out w/ a billion others doesn't really tell me that someone values my existence, just that they thought of me when they saw that. If you insist upon a gifting, then draw me something. I love your artwork, and it is something that comes from YOU - YOUR eyes, YOUR mind, YOUR hand. No children were overworked, no villages decimated. Just a gift, for a birthday - old school sincerity.
Wow. That was a lot, eh? I gave the same speech to Bizzle and Rachel a few months ago.
I can still see the perfect smoke ring erupt from the golden cannon. Finale, perfecto.
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